My friend Michelle is in Italy teaching and we’ve been emailing back and forth. We seem to have parallel lives which is what attracted us to each other to begin with. Sometimes you meet someone and the chemistry is so intense that you wonder, “Where the hell has this person been my whole life?” Well that’s how I feel about Michelle.
We’ve been chatting about love, and I made a comment about how we will do anything for love, but do so little to keep it. She wrote back with this great sentiment and I wanted to share it here:
“How right are you about love. It’s so true…we expend so much energy presenting these false sides of ourselves and then move right into taking each other for granted once the ‘goal’ has been achieved. As a culture, it amazes me how little we know about love…perhaps that’s why we hurt each other so often and so blindly.”
Love is a concept that is almost impossible to describe. I mean we try to verbalize our love, but it’s more a feeling I think. You know deep down how you feel about someone and the words “I love you” are meant to encapsulate these emotions. When we convey our love to someone, we then treat it as licence to take each other for granted. We let everything get in the way including work, money and children.
I wonder if we collectively remained silent and still in the arms of a lover for eternity, if we would be happier. I know I would.